My Pyre

Everything you think you've figured out,
Leaves my pyre burning down.
I wish you knew, what you were talking about,
Instead of guessing, who's turn it is to shout.

I didn't come here, to join a race
I didn't come here, to earn my place
I don't recognise an ounce of your fame
You might be on the right track, but you're in the wrong game.

How can we, begin to realise, what it means, to live and die?
Until we've burned like a martyr on fire,
Until we've bled like a blood sacrifice.
How can we, begin to identify
The good from evil or the truth from lies?